Faith was pacing the floor and as angry as a hornet as she tossed her bra against the closet wall and shouted out. "That bastard knew we had a date tonight!"
Mark was laid out on the bed reading a magazine as he stopped long enough to stare at his wife. "Faith, why don't you wait until you see him this weekend and give yourself a chance to cool down?"
Faith quickly turned around with an expression that resembled a boiling tea pot ready to explode. Mark immediately backed off with his suggestion and raised the magazine back across his face so she couldn't see him.
Mark could hear Faith slamming the drawers inside the closet and peeked over the edge of the magazine and saw her leaning over and looking inside one of the drawers.
Mark thought to himself as he starred at his wife wearing only a black thong and high heels shoes. Perhaps she would cool off long enough to come to bed and take out her frustrations on him later.
Mark continued reading and flipped to the next page as Faith pulled the magazine away from his hands and tossed it onto the floor.
"Hey? What do I have to do with Hank cancelling your date tonight?"
Faith tossed a pair of pink panties into his face and replied bluntly. "This!"
Mark picked them up off his lap while Faith walked swiftly into the bathroom. He studied the panties for a moment and realized they were a size six and knew right away that they didn't belong to Faith.
Mark glanced toward the bathroom door and shouted loud enough for Faith to hear him. "OK. These must belong to Rita! I still don't understand why you're so upset with me!"
Faith stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed the panties out of Mark's hands and shuffled them around in her hands as if she were searching for something to show him. Faith found what she was searching for and leaned over and held out the panties in front of Mark's face.
"Read the tiny writing along the waist line!"
Mark leaned forward and saw the name Hank written in small letters and laughed as he starred back at Faith.
"I still don't understand what's going on! Why don't you give me an explanation for all this anger?"
Faith sat on the edge of the bed as she clutched the panties in her hands and replied. "Hank told me that whenever he laid a new woman that he always wrote his name on their panties when they weren't watching as a little joke."
Mark kept starring at Faith as he said. "OK. You found a pair of old panties lying around his condo!"
Faith began to get angry and shouted back. "Mark! When I got back from bringing those papers over to you last weekend, I found Rita taking a shower and saw these lying on our bed so I exchanged them with another pair!"
Mark just laughed as he replied with a chuckle. "Rita must have had a hard time squeezing into your panties!"
"Dam it, Mark! That bastard was over here fucking Rita while I was gone!"
Mark continued laughing which only caused Faith to get angrier. "Mark, don't you give a shit about what's going on here?"
Mark finally stopped laughing and said. "OK. That's fine! If Hank and Rita were screwing then you should have found a condom in one of the waste baskets because she isn't taking anything for birth control. Did you look around and see anything?"
"Dam it, Mark! They could have flushed the dam thing down the toilet for all I know!"
Mark scooted forward on the bed until he was close enough to hold Faith by her arm and said. "I suppose you think that Hank broke off your date tonight to be with Rita? Is that it, Faith?"
Faith turned toward Mark with a tear dripping down her cheek and replied. "Hank has been asking me about your relationship with Rita lately. I thought he was only being curious because he wanted to know how serious you both were about each other."
Mark stroked her arm as he replied. "Didn't we just have a discussion last week about how you were going to spend more time with me anyway? I thought we agreed that this was all getting out of hand the way things were going?"
Faith was sniffling and trying not to cry as she wiped her eyes with her hand and starred down at the floor.
Mark got up and sat on the edge of the bed next to her and hugged her waist as he pulled her long blonde hair back across her shoulder and kissed her neck.
"Let it go, Faith. I'll give Rita a call later and find out what's going on."
Faith turned her head as Mark gave her a deep passionate kiss which turned into a long hard session of passionate love that evening.
Mark heard the water running in the shower. He'd just got off the phone with Rita and found out that she was on Hank's boat when he called. Mark hesitated in the bedroom before going into the bathroom and telling Faith what he'd found out.
Mark stood outside the shower stall as Faith peeked though the glass at him before shutting off the water. Mark slipped a towel over the shower door as she stepped out and helped her dry off. "Did you get a hold of Rita?"
"Yes I did. We were able to talk for a few minutes before she had to go."
"What was she doing that she couldn't talk to you very long?"
Mark helped Faith dry off her back as he gulped and said. "Rita was going out on Hank's boat when I called her."
Faith stopped drying off as she starred into the mirror.
Mark put his hand on her shoulders. "Maybe it's for the best that this happened this way!"
Faith didn't say another word as she got dressed in a pair of jeans and top. She applied makeup and combed out her hair and slipped into her shoes and grabbed her purse.
Faith stormed out of the bedroom and passed Mark in the front room on her way out to her car.
"Where are you going, Faith? Leave it go!"
Faith reached for the door knob and jerked her head around to face Mark. "I'll be home later tonight!"
Faith walked out the door and slammed it on her way out. Mark heard the breaks squealing as she pulled out of the driveway.
Faith got out of the car and started searching the parking lot for Hank's car. It sat in the far corner where he usually parked it when he was out on the water. Faith looked around and saw a group of people on the dock. The sun was setting and it wasn't very bright.
The boat slip was empty where Hank's boat was kept so she walked in front of the car and hesitated about her plan for a moment.
Faith looked around until she saw a hunk of concrete and struggled to pick it up and rammed it into the windshield of Hank's car setting off the alarm.
The noise got the attention of some of the people around the dock as one man shouted. "What are you doing, Lady?"
Faith got scared as she backed away from the car and starred at the man before turning around and running back to her car. Faith quickly got out of the parking lot and looked into her rear view mirror to see if anyone was following her.
Faith drove over to Hank's place and let herself in and quickly walked toward the bedroom and found the bed was a mess. There were two empty glasses and an empty wine bottle on the night stand.
Faith began emptying out her drawers and gathering all of her things and put them into large garbage bags and carried them out to her car.
Faith went into the bathroom and pulled out the box of condoms that Hank always kept in a drawer and tossed them around on the bed.
Faith started to walk out of the condo when she spotted the telephone on the table and picked it up and dialed Hank's cell phone. She waited knowing that he would see his home phone number flash on the window of his phone and knew he would answer it wondering what was going on.
Hank finally answered and Faith could hear Hank saying hello repeatedly as she slammed the phone down on the table. She could still hear his voice trying to get a response as she walked out the door and left. She drove home with a smile on her face that night.
Mark was waiting for her when she returned home that night and helped her carry her things into the house. Faith seemed happy as they went to bed that night. Mark was woken in the middle of the night and heard Faith in the bathroom crying.
Hank called the next day and left several message on her cell phone but she ignored his calls until he finally gave up. Faith laughed as someone finished telling a joke. Her and Mark were on their way to Key West on a charted yacht that their real estate company had leased for the weekend. It was a special weekend that was arranged for the agents who sold more than five million dollars worth of property over the past six months.
Mark was talking to a group of men inside the cabin as she sipped on her drink and saw the dock as the boat approached their destination.
Mark saw his wife standing at the stern of the boat and walked out to see if everything was fine. Mark walked up behind her and put his arm around her waist as they kissed.
"Is everything OK, Faith?"
"I'm fine, Honey. I just wanted to come out here for a little fresh air before we dock and go into the club."
The boat docked and everyone was stepping off and walking up the long narrow dock. Faith couldn't help but notice that Hank's boat was tied up along the same dock which made her stop in her tracks.
"What's wrong Faith?"
Mark saw her starring at a boat and saw the name on the back and remembered the name of Hank's boat. He quickly put his arm around her shoulder as they continued walking along the narrow dock.
